(no subject)
F is for fighting, r is for red,
Ancestors’ blood in battles they’ve shed.
E, we elect them, e, we eject them,
In the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
D, for your dying, o, your overture,
M, they will cover your grave with manure.
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
As long as there’s a p.m.r.c.
Ancestors’ blood in battles they’ve shed.
E, we elect them, e, we eject them,
In the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
D, for your dying, o, your overture,
M, they will cover your grave with manure.
This spells out freedom, it means nothing to me,
As long as there’s a p.m.r.c.